Page 43 of Renegade


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“No, you guys go. I’ll just be in the way. Besides you need to focus on all of your adoring fans,” she says and rolls over.

“Hey,” I say getting her to roll back to me. “First of all you are never in the way. Second, I told you already we need a personal assistant and we want to hire you. And last and most important, you are my girlfriend and I want you anywhere I am.”

She smiles at the last part and kisses me before wrapping her arms around me. “When do we leave?”

I pull away from her and search her eyes. “Are you serious? You’re going to come?”

She giggles and sits up. “How can I deny you?” She stands up and begins to step into her panties. “Especially when you come up with a bullshit position for me,” she says and starts laughing when I pull her onto the bed.

I climb on top of her and kiss her, letting my tongue do what I want my cock to do. When I break away I place my hands on her face and grin. “It’s not a bullshit position.” Yes, it totally is. We don’t need a personal assistant at all.

“I appreciate it, but I’m not going as anything but your girlfriend,” she pauses and starts to chew her lip. “What happens if people ask?”

“Well, that’s up to you. I’ll shout it from the fucking rooftops that you are mine, but you need to be prepared for what comes with that label. They are going to make up things about me, about you and about our relationship. They are going to find old lovers and have them tell bullshit stories and they will probably go after a few of yours too. I can handle it, I don’t read those fucking magazines anyway, but are you ready for the world to know about us?”

“Fitz, lets fucking go,” Ethen yells and

we pull apart, jumping up to get ready.

I look over at her while she pulls on one of Poppy’s shirts and she smiles. “It terrifies me. I’m not going to lie. The idea of people wanting to photograph us, writing stories about us and forget your fans. They will hate me.” She says, brushing her hair and pulling it up into a ponytail. She spins around as I am shoving my wallet and phone into my pocket and gives me a pouting face. “Maybe I shouldn’t go. I mean, Christ my hair is in a ponytail and I haven’t put any makeup on yet. I’ll end up making you late.”

I grin and pull her to me. “You worry too much. The paparazzi wins if we let them rule our lives. They are a bunch of fucking vultures who love to cause trouble. As for the fans, I believe it will be the complete opposite, they are going to love you. Now, finish getting ready and I’ll go make us a cup of coffee to bring.” I kiss her and leave to let her finish getting ready.

Once I step into the living area, everyone is sitting around eating breakfast. Ethen looks at me and shakes his head. “It’s about fucking time. We ready?”

I grab two travel cups and pour coffee into each, before looking at him. “Brooklyn is coming, so once she’s ready we’ll head out.”

“I’ll go help her finish,” Poppy says and rubs my arm as she passes.

Nate gives me a small smile and nod, while Ethen whispers something to Ralph.

I finish making our coffee and I take them to the table and sit down. I look over at Ethen and raise my eyebrows. “You have something you want to say?”

“Nope,” he says, letting the ‘P’ pop.

“You sure?”

He looks at Ralph who shoots him a look of death before looking back to me. “You do realize that you are still in this band right?”

Ralph shakes his head and sighs, before getting up and going to the bathroom. I look at Nate and Ethen while I sip on my coffee. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Look, I love Brooklyn, but you aren’t exactly present since she’s been here,” Ethen says and I chuckle.

“Present in the fact that what? We are just killing time until the next show? That we didn’t have any fucking plans for the last few days, with exception to this signing and I’m sitting here waiting to fucking go? What exactly haven’t I been present for Ethen?” I’m pissed and I know I’m talking louder than I probably should. He’s just always got a fucking comment.

He laughs and shakes his head. “You think I’m talking about this weekend?” I don’t say anything, just continue to stare at him. “I’m talking about the last two months. When she’s around, she gets all your attention. When she’s not around she gets all your attention. She’s all you talk about, all you sing about. You’re either obnoxiously miserable or blissfully happy, but you haven’t been present. So don’t act like you have been.”

He’s right, I can’t even argue with him. Everything he said is spot on the truth, but I sure as fuck won’t allow anyone to think it’s Brooklyn’s fault. “You’re damn right that’s how I’ve been. The minute I laid eyes on her I wanted her and when I couldn’t have her, yeah I lost my shit.” I sip my coffee and smile. “I have her now. So just chill the fuck out.”

Before he can say anything Poppy and Brooklyn walk out and she grins at me. Her hair is down and curled, makeup to perfection and she’s changed into a black leather skirt and white strapless top. Fuck, she has my cock begging to be freed.

“Let’s roll,” Poppy says and walks past me, giving me a wink, before grabbing Nate’s hand.

Ethen and Ralph follow and Brooklyn walks up to me. I look her up and down and shake my head. “You look fucking hot. I’m going to have a difficult time walking around with this hard on all day.” She tosses her head back laughing and I smile, holding my hand out. “You ready?”

She takes a deep breath and places her hand in mine. “Ready.”

Poppy waits for Tony to open the door and once he does, we file out. Luckily, no one is here and that’s probably because they know where we are heading. We all pile into the black limo Hummer that is waiting. Once we are all situated, the driver pulls away.

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